God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
So He put His arms around you and said,
Diane, come live with me.
With tearful eyes we watched you suffer
And slowly your strength fade away,
We loved you dearly,
We couldn’t make you stay.
A golden heart stops beating,
Your hard working hands put to rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
God bless you, Barb.
We love you.